I had fashioned a spear out of a long thin
branch and a sharp rock, and used it to hunt rabbits, fish,
anything that I could eat really. I tried to make a bow and
arrow, but the sting always snapped, so eventually I gave up
and kept walking in the opposite direction of the house. I was
also terrified of the thought of my father coming home to find
me gone and coming after me. By the time the sun started
setting, which was the time he usually returned home, I
starting walking even faster. Eventually I got tired, and had
to rest, but all night long I woke up at the slightest sound,
and in the early hours of the morning I gave up on sleep and
kept walking. I recognised a few edible berries, and the forest
that I was once so frightened of had turned into something
beautiful. I loved the lush greenery that surrounded me, and
the light breeze that cooled me down when I got tired from
walking.
I stayed in those woods for a long time. About three months, on
my own, all the time still walking away from the house, but it
felt like a lot longer than that. I had found a stream which
flowed in the direction that I headed so I followed it until I
came to the end of the forest. I remembered as I stepped out of
the forest, I saw a field with cows and sheep. I smiled as I
looked out at the massive plain ahead of me, so different to
the dense woods behind me. Right in front of the field was a
road, which I followed for a while. Living in the woods for
that long had I guess changed me from that quivering little
girl in the house. Now I felt as if I was older, stronger,
ready to take on the world. As I walked I ran my fingers along
a scar that ran along my temple, the last beating that my
father had given me. I felt an anger growing inside me. I would not let that man hurt me
anymore.
Chapter three, hope you like it.
A bit boring, but it'll get better.
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